A couple of Sundays ago, I visited one of the hottest tourist areas of Panama City. I’m referring to Via Argentina. Amongst its many restaurants flanking the street, only one really caught me eye because of its attractive decorations using typical Spanish themes.
I was there about 6:10 a.m. The day was still dark with small streaks of light which gave the area an atmosphere of mystery. All the restaurants of the street were closed.
The terrace outside this particular restaurant had several black tables and chairs aligned in neat order. Somebody had cleaned the place up insuring that everything was spic and span. There was not a soul around.
I touched one of the tables and it was cold. The warmth of the excitement had disappeared together with the noisy revelers who headed back to their homes after an agitated evening. The music, food, dancing, alcohol, laughter…all had vanished. Only the cold and empty black chairs and tables remained in the semi-dark room.
This is how the room looked like after the hullabaloo had gone away. Here we go.
Yep, everything was quiet that Sunday morning at Via Argentina. The noisy revelers had gone to sleep. Good Day.